Nobody seems to understand, that when they put you up on a pedestal. But the things that make you happy, are closer to the ground.

If you weren’t the only one, it’d be a lot more fun. If you weren’t the only one, it’d be a lot more fun. Standin’ way up there, don’t ever say, “It’s not fair.” It’s a good thing you’re standing next to me.

When you talk, your words are amplified, like a microphone attached to your inside. You talk and they listen, but they don’t understand. I try to remind them that you are just a man.

If you weren’t the only one, it’s be a lot more fun. Standin’ way up there, don’t ever say, “It’s not fair.” It’s a good thing you’re standing next to me. It’s a good thing you’re standing next to me.

You can handle it, they can’t handle you. You try to rise from the depths of your drug abuse. You think they would understand, but it’s just no use.

Standing way up there, don’t ever say, “It’s not fair.” It’s a good thing you’re standing next to me. It’s a good thing you’re standing next to me. . .